Birthday Girl

September and October are busy birthday months in the Cole home.  Anya celebrated birthday #7 this year.  Some things we love about Anya:
She is a super nice friend and loves to be social.
She has great fashion sense.
She remembers to say her prayers every night.
She has really taken off with her reading in the last 6 months and works hard in school!
She loves all different kinds of music.
She gets up without a fuss every morning, and goes to bed without a fuss as well.
She is enjoying her first season of soccer and is a great team player.

This is a very excited kid on her first day of first grade.  In other exciting news this week, she had another first day . . . of second grade.  Toward the end of kindergarten, we started talking with her teacher and the principal about the possibility of skipping Anya up a grade.  After getting used to first grade routines and everything, we decided the time was right to move her on up.   She was even more excited today than when school started I think.  So she is now my big 2nd grader! We love our miss Anya!

I Used to Be Smart

Once upon a time I was considered a smart girl.  I took AP classes and graduated in the top 4 of my high school class and had a full tuition scholarship to college.  I got better grades than my husband in Organic Chemistry.  I graduated Summa Cum Laude with University Honors.  I got a near perfect score on the GRE's.  I got a Master's Degree and passed my licensing exams on the first try.  

And then I had children . . .  and gave them all of my brain cells.

And now they are all smart and I can't remember why I walked in a room or conversations DH swears we had, or how to spell "mentioned" (thank you spell check), or to put the yeast in the bread I was making for dinner.  

Ryan has to ask me daily if my estrogen levels are OK, or if I'm taking a B12 vitamin, convinced that my mental lapses are signs of some nutritional or hormonal deficiency.  

It couldn't be because today I am also trying to keep track of:

• my 1/2 marathon training plan
• feeding the dogs
• 4 shifts of getting girls out the door to school
• delivering chicken eggs to 4 neighbors
• my eye appointment
• a lunch date with DH 
• picking Paisley up from preschool 
• excavating Anya and Paisley's bedroom floor that hasn't been visible for a week
• update from DH on 3 new clients at work
• picking up 2 girls from school (with a reminder from 7 year old that she hates it when I am late-again)
• starting dinner
• putting a puzzle together with Paisley
• changing the laundry
• something for dessert for the cross country dinner
• violin lesson for Anya
• picking up Emma
• taking Emma to Formal and Bridal to get her choir dress altered
• getting new shoes for Emma before my $20 off coupon expires
• getting Sierra to soccer practice
• back to school night for Sierra
• taking Lexi to cross country dinner and picking her up 2 hours later
• helping Anya learn about regrouping addition
• making sure everyone practiced their instruments
• bathing Paisley and making sure she has her "itchy cream" and panties that aren't "uncomforble"
• bedtime stories and prayers and signed homework and other school paperwork
• changing the laundry again

Maybe it's really a wonder I only forgot the yeast.  

Bunkbeds

We had many, many fun adventures over the summer and I really should write about all of those exciting moments. 
But for today I want to talk about bunk beds.  
I have never been a huge fan of bunk beds.  But they became a necessity in out last house trying to fit lots of girls into the space we had available.  Mostly they are just a pain to make and keep looking neat.  And I always worried about the littlest girls climbing up and not being able to get back down.  Plus it's a hassle for me to climb up and down if I wanted to read in bed with one of the girls or just give them a bedtime snuggle.  So I swore we would not bunk the beds in our new house, and that worked really well for almost a year.
About 6 months ago Sierra and Emma decided that they wanted to be in the same room and that they wanted to have their beds bunked so that there would be space in their room for the digital piano.  Wanting to encourage my children's efforts at cooperation and creativity, I agreed with this plan.  They are old enough that they can at least keep their own bunk beds made, and I don't really spend much time snuggling with them in bed anymore.  
I did not take into consideration, however, what happens when someone on the top bunk gets sick in the middle of the night and doesn't make it to the bathroom before she throws up.  Sierra woke up just long enough to throw up over the edge of her top bunk onto Emma's pillows and book that she sets next to her bed when she goes to sleep each night.  I woke up Sunday morning to clean up the aftermath.  Keep in mind that the farther liquid falls, the greater the splash at the bottom.  Not pleasant.  I really do not like bunk beds.  I'm sure you won't miss having a picture for this post.